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  Maria Guzvic

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 THE    DOOR    CLOSES


The door closes softly behind me
Gone forever
The life that dwelled inside
A path without footprints
Is laid before me and
I must plan my own route

An artist's canvas
Propped upon an easel
Tentatively waiting the first stroke
Of flourishing brush

A poet's page
Grandly open
Expectant of rhythmic lyrics
Symbolic meanings

To begin anew

A bud, yet to burst captivity
And flower with beauty


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